Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes

a kiss in a kiss

before we open 
the next kiss of the lip-year...

let us become pregnant clouds
or sky assassins...ruthless rains -
and freeze this hell-o-earth
into wet bullets...

let us write a macabre
for the cold silence in our feet
tongues of fire
until we become burning letters-
soothing...

let us speak in the new tongues of love
and build a fire-wall -
'it is written' for our 'if thou be a sun of love'
in the wilderness of our next kiss...

and by dawn
we would have become music...indelible...
a kiss in a kiss...

Lovers - Kiss In Red -- Carmen Tyrrell